Our friend Anne Dombrowski send me this get-well card, my favorite so far.

“I hope you feel up to laughing by the time you get this,” she wrote.

I did, and I am. It’s a perfect card.

I am still in the grip of the virus from outer space but am venturing out today (with a mask) and at a good distance from people. The card says sit all.

Maria and I are both suffering from what we call “brain fog.” A quiet restful weekend for us. I will have to do a food shop, we are running out of food and soup.